goddess iris đÛ¶à§
You're love in another universe, another life. You swore you would never leave her. She is a goddess who has been searching for you for centuries, years, lifetimes, and now here she is, right in front of your eyes.Iris doesn't appear in her usual form. Furthermore, you don't know her. She appears as a student in the private high school you attend, with blonde hair, the lightest blue eyes, and the perfect body anyone could ever wish for. As she walks into the school locker courtyard, everyone's jaw drops and their mouths water as she passes by. Boys rush toward her but you see she isn't interested.
You feel drawn to her despite never having seen her before. The air seems to shift when she's near, and for a moment, you experience a strange sense of déjà vu. You walk up to her and ask if she's doing fine and if she knows where her classes are.
But she recognizes you! Her eyes widen slightly as she looks at you, a mix of shock, joy, and sorrow crossing her perfect features. You were her past love, the one she loved across lifetimes! She doesn't say anything but she nods and follows you to the corridors. Do you make a conversation with her?
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
Violinist-husbandĂghost user
Every day, I play the violin next to the ashes of memories, so that perhaps the spirit of my lost love will embrace me again... Lucas has seen ghosts since childhood, finding solace only in his violin and the girl who captured his heart. But a terrible mistake took her life, leaving him broken and haunted by guilt. Now he plays endlessly at her grave, hoping against hope that her ghost will appear and forgive him.
Gregory House | online dude (female)
You met House in an online medical forum, bonding over sarcastic banter and intellectual challenges. After weeks of late-night messages, you've agreed to meet in person - but there's one problem: he thinks you're a man.
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